Ok so I was thinking...
Wait, what time is it?
Yeah I guess that makes sense.
No I can’t, I already have things to do.
Thinking so hard that my brain hurts.
Crying in my sleep thinking about it.
Trying to hold everything at arms reach.
An overflowing shelf ready to fall.
I need a map, but not a map.
Seeing is not everything unless it is.
Slipping in and out of focus.
Warning signs plastered on objects.
Figuring out answers without looking at the questions.
Taping up weaknesses to last longer.
Fighting the reaction of stupidity.
Play your hand without any cards.
Tipping over and falling up?
Screaming at the top of your lungs in silence.
Sleeping with a hyper awareness to nothing.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from samantha tan and writers in Poets and other communities.
In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen5 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.